Three Years In

October 18th, 2011. Best day of my life, hands down. Three years later and here we are - a four-year-old who thinks she runs the house (she’s not wrong), another baby on the way, and somehow we’re still standing.

Three Years In

Sure, date nights now involve going to Target without Sophie and calling it romance. Sure, our deep conversations happen at 11 PM when we’re both half-asleep. But you know what? This man still makes me laugh until I snort, still takes out the trash without being asked, and still tells me I’m beautiful when I’m in my scrubs after a twelve-hour shift.

Three years of marriage, six years together total, and I still get butterflies when he walks in the door. That’s got to count for something, right? Here’s to many more years of organized chaos, terrible dad jokes, and loving each other through the beautiful mess of it all.